Blanket

Play me a game

I said to me.

Simon Says we’ll call it,

But men will cover it

And blanket it with a name

Love.

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Pointing Fingers

Ten penguins walked on thin ice.

Red brain matter covered in soft silk.

Yes, you did this,

You eight legged arachnid

You spiller of red liquid

You innocent bystander

You mass murderer in the shadows

You knife wielder

Daytime naysayer.

You drainer of oceans

You eater of all that lives

Taker that never gives.

You mere animal

You hairy mammal

You horny jar of emptiness

You immoral entrepreneur

You hungry tiny tick.

Sit down and enjoy

Your nights in the light,

Living at great heights.

Carbon combusts carbon,

In a haste to produce waste.

There will come a time

When there will be no more time.

 

A Modern Exchange

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Midway Through the Two

A guilty conscience for

Innocent words uttered in the shades.

Back so quickly to old familiar sin

Like the smell of my least favorite jacket,

Basked in the human odor,

And imbued with a will to live.

A lagoon of thoughts,

Good or bad

Such profound trivialities.

Where is your velvet safety?

Exposed now to the caresses of truth.

 

A day

The end day,

We closed our ancient eye.

A day,

The first day

We cried a newborn cry.

 

In and out in less than a century.

Make it a spectacle

Not just one page on Wikipedia.

Today

Our day.